Mornin’… Whew… Life is a whirlwind and then some calm. Closure of an ‘era’ in my life finds itself to a tender, weepy letting go in the arms of a loved one, and always the essence of a new beginning glitters a prism of possibility in the air around me.
Dease Lake gives her call for that kinda calm, and sparkle, and I hear it. A time to process feelings, and have laughter with old dear friends. Another full moon rising tomorrow. Over the lake she will give her glow; always a treat.
Closure’s Prayer
Held to closures impact a surrender
Pushes at every edge no matter the curve
Finding it’s way to heart
Somethings you don’t know till you know
In that ocean of Self in caves of deep
Glad to remember how to swim under water
Not having to hold your breath
In the comfort of that deep blue well of
Stored emotions bubbling up to your surfaces
Letting the bubbles pop or drift away
Up to the heavens in full surrender
Swimming up to your surface for a look around
Drenched in your salty tears hit by the Sun
As the salt quickens and dries white on your body
And your angel wings open to the blue sky
You let the rest of your rising deep
Catch the wind and you fly high
Sprinkling your angel dust tears
Everywhere on surrendered curves and angles
Not closing but opening to Heavens pearls
Around your neck in a prayer of love.
Mornin’… Whew… Life is a whirlwind and then some calm. Closure of an ‘era’ in my life finds itself to a tender, weepy letting go in the arms of a loved one, and always the essence of a new beginning glitters a prism of possibility in the air around me.
Dease Lake gives her call for that kinda calm, and sparkle, and I hear it. A time to process feelings, and have laughter with old dear friends. Another full moon rising tomorrow. Over the lake she will give her glow; always a treat.
Closure’s Prayer
Held to closures impact a surrender
Pushes at every edge no matter the curve
Finding it’s way to heart
Somethings you don’t know till you know
In that ocean of Self in caves of deep
Glad to remember how to swim under water
Not having to hold your breath
In the comfort of that deep blue well of
Stored emotions bubbling up to your surfaces
Letting the bubbles pop or drift away
Up to the heavens in full surrender
Swimming up to your surface for a look around
Drenched in your salty tears hit by the Sun
As the salt quickens and dries white on your body
And your angel wings open to the blue sky
You let the rest of your rising deep
Catch the wind and you fly high
Sprinkling your angel dust tears
Everywhere on surrendered curves and angles
Not closing but opening to Heavens pearls
Around your neck in a prayer of love.
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 